He noticed how her brows knit together but showed no reaction. Derek stayed as neutral as Switzerland. Maybe slightly colder. His eyes followed to where she motioned. He lowered his toolbox to the floor then donned his toolbelt before picking up the toolbox and moving toward the shelves.

His brown eyes watched Inara tentatively, blinking when she took a step close to him. A part of him considered stepping back reflexively but stood his ground. He remained silent, only giving a nod of his head before turning to work on the shelves. It was a little restrictive working with the sweatshirt but the job was done in fifteen minutes.

"Anything else?" he asked, removing his ball cap to wipe sweat from his brow with the sleeve of his sweatshirt. If she had other work, he'd dress down some more